I'll wake up tomorrow and it will be nothing more than a terrible nightmare, right?!
Oh, how I wish I was right ...
It happened - again.
My worst fear.
I am heartbroken.
He is heartbroken.
We are numb - there is a huge part of us missing.
We have had this type of loss once - the second time around is harder.
I am bitter and empty.
He is frustrated and pissed.
We go on day by day
- desperately hoping to hear her collar jingle or her feet clipping across the floor.
But, what we have now are memories,
Memories of puppy we loved so unconditionally it hurts,
Memories of a puppy who was so much more than just a puppy.
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Brea, We love you sweet sweet girl - Until we meet again…